[Bianca]
"What are you looking at?" I didn’t bother softening the tone of my voice as I paused halfway to his desk.
Dante leaned back in his chair. “Not much,” he said, though his eyes lingered on me. “Just trying to make sense of that cardigan.”
I tilted my head, fingers splaying wide as I gave a mock twirl, showing off the teal sweater and the deliberately mismatched layers and colours. “Disappointed?” I asked, my mouth curving into something like a smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. Not quite.
He sighed like it physically pained him. “Very.”
That was the idea. I had gone back to Cassandra’s place after making the call to him and dressed in the ugliest, least tempting thing I could find. A preemptive shield. A reminder that I wasn’t here to seduce him. I was here to say thank yo
